Magnitude

The world we humans see is contingent and impermanent. We understand it through a narrow band of senses that function, not as apertures, but rather as icons pointing to things we don't understand. Invariably, we mistake what we see for what is. Yet, oblivious to all convictions, my illusory self feels fear and ease, grief and grace. My emotions seem as real as ice on a pond, a thickening bud, a shaft of light on a late summer afternoon. When I photograph, the boundaries between myself and the rest of the world soften. I move through space. I make space.